Monday morning had finally arrived, and I was back in the office, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. The familiar surroundings and routine were comforting, but the knowledge that I had to face Jacob again was making my stomach twist into knots. As I sat at my desk, trying to focus on my work, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. Where was Damien, anyway? I missed my usual morning chat with him.
Just as I was starting to settle in, Jacob strolled into the office, looking every bit the confident and charming CEO that he was. His black, sleeved button-down shirt was perfectly tailored, accentuating his broad chest and drawing my attention to the tattoo on his upper arm. I felt a flutter in my stomach as he approached me, his smile gleaming with mischief.
"Hey, sweetheart," he
